User blog comment:Jadefang/Urgan's Army of Ice and Snow/@comment-1677568-20101220041608

''In the morning, Herrina sits up and streches lusously, the sun in the window behind her illuminating her small pritty frame. Herrina takes her dagger and cleans it, sharpens it with a stone and polishes it with a rag and some cleaning solution. The dagger is so shiny when she is done that the dagger reflects the sun's light, and accadentally shining in Armin's eyes'' Sorry mate, dident mean to wake you up.